Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

After lunch, Victoria had some free time while the Foreign Secretary entertained the Cardans.

In addition to receiving Ambassador Cardin, her latest task also involves dealing with issues related to military supplies.

If the soldiers and horses are not moving, the grain and grass will go first.

When a war is launched, it always takes a long time to prepare.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the winter sun was not shining warmly on the earth. Victoria sat at the desk in her bedroom, reviewing the situation of armaments disposal and patiently waiting for the results of Caroline's inspection.

In the royal family, every sibling with a claim to succession is a potential rival.

Although Victoria didn't want to follow through with this idea, she had to be cautious in order to climb to the top of power.

Time passed by with the sound of flipping pages. In the silence where only the sound of my own shallow breathing could be heard, there was suddenly a knock on the door.

"Your Highness Victoria, it's me."

Caroline's voice came from the other side of the door.

It's time to reveal the answer.

"come in."

Victoria put down the letter in her hand, feeling a little nervous.

The door opened and closed, and Caroline walked across the wooden floor with steady steps. She walked respectfully to Victoria and bowed respectfully.

Victoria folded her fingers together, turning slightly pale from the effort.

Then, Caroline reported with a serious face:

"Your Highness, the final result is that the hair was not disturbed."

Victoria breathed a sigh of relief, clenching her fists in relief.

After getting a definite answer, she asked in a more severe tone,

"Really? Have you checked it before and after? Is it possible that you turned it over and put it back?"

Caroline nodded, a shrewd and cautious light flashing through the thin lenses of her glasses.

"Yes, Your Highness Victoria, the curly arc of the hair is the same, there is no possibility. But Your Highness..."

Victoria rested her elbows on the armrests of the chair, supporting her face. She squinted her eyes and stared at her secretary intently.

Caroline suggested bluntly, "I think we should give it one more try."

"Although Her Highness Grace has no political power, she has close ties with the Argerich family. It is possible that she will betray you in the future."

Victoria was thinking silently. She placed her slender index finger on her face and gently touched her cheek. Her red lips parted slightly.

"Father is investigating the outflow of magic crystals recently. The Ministry of Finance is also worried about this. Do we have an empty warehouse in the Suko District?"

Caroline pushed up her glasses and replied, "Yes, Your Highness."

"Go and disguise it a little bit and forge some documents. I will tell Grace quietly."

As Victoria spoke, she thought of the consequences of betrayal for a moment, and her deep red eyes suddenly became as cold as a stalking venomous snake.

"If there is anything unusual at the warehouse, or with Argerich or the Ministry of Finance...report it to me immediately."

"Yes."

Caroline whispered her agreement.

……

The Nurki potion combined with Aphrodite's massage did seem to have the effect of promoting recovery.

In just half a day, Grace's ankles were feeling slightly hot and itchy.

The ankle can now turn slightly without pain, and what used to take two weeks to recover now seems to be fully recovered in just a week with the help of massage.

But what bothered Grace was that she needed to put Afro aside for a while to cool down the relationship that was heating up too quickly.

"What's wrong? What are you thinking about?"

Victoria's low and ambiguous voice sounded in my ears.

Grace looked in the direction of the voice and saw Victoria leaning forward slightly, her delicate and beautiful facial features full of aggressiveness.

And those red pupils were still as impenetrable as a thick fog. Grace couldn't tell whether it was a vague sense of distance or a slightly calculated approach.

Victoria wore a pure white nightgown. The low-cut design revealed her snow-white skin and delicate collarbone without reservation.

The night outside the window is dark and the stars are sparse, and the cold winter wind is mixed with the long sound of bells.

It's almost time to go to bed.

Grace's eyes reunited and she closed the book in her hands, "Nothing."

It’s a bit strange to say. Victoria was clearly avoiding me last night, but tonight she seemed to have made up her mind and decided to sleep with me again.

Grace tried hard to find the reason.

Is he satisfied with himself for driving Afulo away?

I don’t know. I can’t guess what the imperial sister is thinking.

"Is there anything you don't understand about the account book Caroline gave you during the day?"

Victoria said as if nothing had happened.

She lifted the covers on the bed, and seemed ready to decide to sleep with him tonight.

"..."

Grace glanced at Victoria's straight legs, which were smooth, white as cream, powerful and extremely beautiful.

Victoria was keenly aware of Grace's gaze and drew a line in the sand.

"No matter what, we are sisters with a close blood relationship."

"Oh, I see."

Grace nodded and vacated the seat on the right.

The soft bed creaked, and the sexy, mature and hot female body pressed the side of me slightly down.

Victoria leaned against the head of the bed and turned off all the lights in the room, leaving only the yellowish light of the bedside lamp.

The golden hair hung down to the white neck, appearing somewhat ambiguous under the halo of light.

Victoria looked at herself with gentle eyes, tilting her head slightly as if nothing had happened, and asked again,

"Does this really require no explanation?"

Grace felt a little uncomfortable with the overly enthusiastic attitude. She lowered her eyes and shook her head.

"Need not."

"Why are you so cold?"

Victoria's brows furrowed in displeasure, and she moved forward, hearing the rustling sound of fabric rubbing against each other.

The familiar and dangerous scent of tuberose came over Grace, and she could even feel Victoria's warm skin deliberately pressing against her under the quilt.

Grace pinched the edge of the quilt, turned over and wrapped herself up, and whispered:

"Royal sister, since you rejected me...then don't try to get close to me anymore."

"I'm going to sleep first, good night, sister."

As Grace spoke, she quietly moved her thin legs to the edge of the quilt, leaving Victoria alone with her passion.

The quilt between the two of them was sunken, and the raised sides showed extreme passion and indifference.

The elder sister wants to get closer, while the younger sister just wants to stay away.

Victoria's white and slender hands paused in mid-air, she wanted to touch that slender body.

Although she had a life of luxury, the girl was incredibly thin, as if she was a delicate willow branch that would fall down at the slightest wind.

I have given my imperial sister countless chances, but she has never crossed the line. How could such a imperial sister betray me?

She will always give her support...

Victoria shook her head and sighed at her own inner suspicion.

She leaned over and turned on the light, and said to Grace in the same soft voice, "Good night, Imperial sister."

The bedroom was suddenly plunged into darkness with only the faint moonlight roaming around.

In the darkness, there was no chirping of cicadas and the sound of breathing was subtle and shallow, but Grace, who was lying on her side on the princess bed, suddenly heard a mechanical prompt sound in her mind.

[Aphrodite's □□□ increased to 30. 】

The tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, the faint red pupils shone brightly in the darkness, and Grace fell into deep confusion.

Wait! What does □□□ mean???

……

The night passed long in silent thinking, and Afro recalled the extremely close and ambiguous wall-bang when they first met.

I recalled the cold air behind my half-exposed back in Godetia's dream.

I remembered the tenderness of her embrace in the princess' bedroom, and the tender and smooth calves that my hands touched today.

Afro blushed and thought a lot, and finally, when the red orange light divided the night and the day, she felt sleepy.

She said to Miss Meilin, who had just gotten up, "I'm taking sick leave today, so I won't go to church for the time being."

This was the first time in half a year that she had taken leave without force majeure because she was so sleepy.

I have no energy to deal with church work anymore.

Afro was lying on the bed with her doll and covered with a thick quilt.

Her heavy eyelids enveloped the drowsy darkness, and after struggling several times, she finally fell asleep exhausted.

In a daze, Afro had an ambiguous and long dream.

White mist lingered at the edge of the dream, and the body floated like a walking ghost, with no sense of reality.

I was walking in the ancient and solemn tall church. Countless rays of light escaped from the edge of the clouds. The statue of the goddess in front of me was tall and majestic, surrounded by a golden halo.

She walked straight along the red carpet of the church, but saw a slender figure of a girl at the end of the statue of the goddess.

The girl was wrapped in a woolen cloak as black as night, and underneath she wore a winter dress as red as a rose.

Her jet-black hair fell to her chest like a soft waterfall, her red eyes were clear, and her snow-white skin was tinged with a unique blush.

It's Her Royal Highness the Princess.

All the coldness in Grace melted away, and she called her name softly like a clingy cat.

"Aphrodite, I... like you very much."

Then, the scene in front of my eyes changed drastically in an instant, and the atmosphere changed from sacred to ambiguous and sticky pink.

Pure white mist swirled before my eyes, and the scorching water surface was slightly rippled by the intense movement.

In the spacious bathroom of the palace, Grace was half immersed in the water.

Her long black hair wet her cheeks and body, and her tender chest was above the water, revealing a large area of ​​skin as white as the snow, and a deeply sunken collarbone as delicate as a butterfly's wings.

The girl's cheeks were flushed as if she was drunk, her eyes were wet and watery, and a flowing and burning desire floated in the haze.

She leaned forward slightly, licked her lips, and came closer like a fawning deer, tilted her head, and gave her a soft and intimate kiss on the lips.

"I like Afro, like a lover."

Then, the self in the picture took the initiative to insert the slender five fingers of Her Royal Highness the Princess, pressed her roughly against the edge of the bathtub, and kissed her gently and intimately.

Watching her showing her pink tongue and breathing slightly, watching her show a cute and resistant expression.

Finally, I watched her whisper close to my ear, her beautiful eyes moving like a devil, bewitching me:

"Aphrodite, now you have betrayed your goddess, huh?"

! ! ! ! ? ?

and many more! !

The unbearable nightmare ended in an instant. Afro opened his eyes in shock, grabbed the quilt and sat up from the bed as if he had been electrocuted.

What comes into view is a simple and clean bedroom. On the thick wall is a mural of the goddess Veils saving all living beings, and the crystal chandelier on the ceiling sparkles with the orange afterglow of the sunset.